early days.
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When we planted by the willow
The hyacinth so blue,
And early left our pillow
To watch how fast it grew?
Do you remember, Mary,
Those happy, happy days;
When our hearts were light and airy,
And our footsteps like a fays?
The hyacinth so blue,
And early left our pillow
To watch how fast it grew?
Do you remember, Mary,
Those happy, happy days;
When our hearts were light and airy,
And our footsteps like a fays?
Do you remember ever
Our happy girlhood hours,
When we wandered by the river,
Or amid the forest bowers?
When we had so many secrets
That were never to be told,
And we thought them quite as weighty
As a miser's bag of gold?
When we conned our lessons over
By the old laburnum tree,
With sweet summer sounds to lure us
In the voice of bird and bee?
Our happy girlhood hours,
When we wandered by the river,
Or amid the forest bowers?
When we had so many secrets
That were never to be told,
And we thought them quite as weighty
As a miser's bag of gold?
When we conned our lessons over
By the old laburnum tree,
With sweet summer sounds to lure us
In the voice of bird and bee?
